A discovery of witches book 46/29/2023 ![]() ![]() I could no longer remember when I'd developed this strong resemblance to her. When I looked into the mirror, my mother's face stared back. I jerked on the jacket to see if that would make it fit any better, but it was too much to expect from inferior tailoring. My clothes seemed confining, and I felt self-conscious in them. It was a familiar routine, and this was my habitual outfit, but neither proved comforting today. Sarah blamed it on pent-up magic and promised that the regular use of my power would keep the static electricity from building and make my hair more obedient.Īfter brushing my teeth, I slipped on a pair of jeans, a fresh white blouse, and a black jacket. Like most witches, I had a problem getting the shoulder-length strands to stay put. It was straw blond and unruly, despite the ministrations of a hairbrush. There was no time for my usual trip to the river, or even for a run.Ĭutting my morning ritual short, I showered and then drank a scalding cup of tea while drying my hair. At some point I'd kicked off my right slipper, leaving my foot trailing over the edge of the bed. ![]() Four hours later I woke up on top of the duvet, clutching the phone. ![]()
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